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Busy, busy, building a platform: the strong hot hob on which to simmer wild flavoured soups. Please join me. I should like a queue. Bring your own bowl and spoon, maybe some bread, some butter. Add pictures, add words - soup, art, love, curiosities, writing, jam, sunsets, all the little incredible overlooked things framed beautifully - we will hang them on the walls of the virtual soup hall. 


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  1. Geo.25 January 2015 at 21:31

    Lisa, I wish you great success in your new Facebook project. It sounds delightful. I haven't joined Facebook but a couple friends and several of my children have been after me for years to do so. Perhaps I will give in by and by.

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    1. Lisa Southard25 January 2015 at 22:59

      It's a marvel for me for work and family contact but it can creep in and replace real life if you aren't careful... You can get your virtual soup here, I shall reserve you a table place :-)

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    2. Geo.26 January 2015 at 00:08

      Most kind. I still don't know if Facebook would be good for me.

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    3. Lisa Southard26 January 2015 at 08:00

      Blogging is more productive, methinks x

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  2. Dixie@dcrelief25 January 2015 at 21:35

    Is it going to be complicated or is this real love?
    "Soup is good food." (smile)

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  3. Cherdo25 January 2015 at 22:25

    Facebook has been waiting for you!

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